Audio Link - Backdated to 3/21

[impure_tale]

[The Marquis sounds unusually calm, but very cold and suggestively severe.]

I require the immediate assistance of the medical staff in room 8 on Level 7. Supplies enough for one man of average size with severe injuries and lacerations will be needed, and two gurneys.

[He doesn't sound injured himself.]

The Warden of one 'Swing' may wish to petition the Admiral for his return.

(ooc: KATES I'M SORRY MY WARDENS KEEP SHOOTING FOUR'S INMATES. Swing was torturing Iago. The Marquis happened to check Iago's room first when his Item suggested trouble. The Marquis blew his head off. Anybody living on either side of Iago will have likely heard a gunshot if they were around at that time. And notice no filters. He doesn't mind who hears.)

Comments

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

That's Iago's room. Is he alright?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

He is safe, and he will be fine.

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

Will be?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You're a smart boy, Judas. I'm not requesting medical assistance for myself. Keep your distance until they've tended to him, if you please.

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

He was...

I will. If you can guarantee his safety.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

And I do.

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

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[accountsettled.livejournal.com]

What happened?

Judas was locked in his room earlier, and I cannot help but think the two are interconnected.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm almost certain they are.

When I entered, Monsieur Swing was interrogating Iago and managed to gash him numerous times with what appears to be a measuring stick.

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[accountsettled.livejournal.com]

I see. That sounds... painful, to say the least. Made out of what? I can only presume metal.

That's beside the point. How is a man dead?

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Because a body does not continue to function for very long without an intact brain, Monsieur.

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[accountsettled.livejournal.com]

You would think I knew enough of death to be aware of that fact, sir.

Someone shot him, then. I can scarcely imagine it was Iago. If it was the only option, I say no more, sir. I cannot guarantee the same of any body else, though.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I am making no effort to hide what took place. There was an armed Inmate mutilating my own. I acted.

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[accountsettled.livejournal.com]

And I would be a hypocrite to pass judgement, especially as you are honest about it, sir, but I do not think others will be so inclined. Especially the warden of the man in question. I would be cautious, that is all.

Voice

[fuckitybye]

[Audible both in the Level 7 hallway and over the journal system, as Malcolm doesn't care who hears either. He's leaning out his door and shouting.]

Jesus fucking Christ on a broken-down dodgem, what the fuck is going on now? Fucking neutron bombs not enough?

Voice

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Monsieur, if you came here expecting quiet, then I'm afraid someone has been lying to you.

Voice

[fuckitybye]

I didn't fucking expect to come here, period. Got to say though, I ever fucking get back to Whitehall, I'll kiss the fucking floor with tongue. This shitehole makes that twatmuseum look fucking civilised.

[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I'll be sure to make note of it.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

Need any help?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

All in hand, cherub.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

Well, if you need anything..